A damsel with a dulcimerIn a vision once I saw:...It was an Abyssinian maid.And on her dulcimer she played,Singing of Mount Abora.Could I revive within meHer symphony and song,To such a deep delight 'twould win me,That with music loud and long,I would build that dome in air,That sunny dome! those caves of ice!And all who heard should see them there,And all should cry, Beware! Beware!His flashing eyes, his floating hair!Weave a circle round him thrice,And close your eyes with holy dread,For he on honey-dew hath fed,And drunk the milk of Paradise.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Thus to him, to this school-boy under the bending dome of day, is suggested, that he and it proceed from one root; one is leaf and... one is flower; relation, sympathy, stirring in every vein. And what is that Root? Is not that the soul of his soul?--A thought too bold,--a dream too wild.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Go where he will, the wise man is at home,His hearth the earth,--his hall the azure dome;...Where his clear spirit leads him, there's his road,By God's own light illumined and foreshadowed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning and race...d across the blue dome and dipped into the sea of fire every evening. Water ran down hill and birds nested.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

headland beyond stormy headland plunging like dolphins through thegray sea-smoke...Into pale sea, look west at the hill of water: it is half theplanet: this dome, this half-globe, this bulgingEyeball of water,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »